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Good morning, Orange County. Someone suggested that I join the network here, and here I am. My name is Carlos Olivera, my wife and I have recently moved to Orange County to live and work at Camp Pendleton. I'll save you all of the other boring details and leave you with this; If a cop pulls over a U-Haul is he trying to bust a move?

Lend me your corniest jokes, I need a few more to embarrass my daughter with.

It's a little odd to dream through the eyes of my reincarnated self. Who is also apparently descendant of myself? My second dreams don't show an alternate version of my first, but it's a new life in the future, from the time stream that involved stopping Ganon before he was ever to curse the kingdom. Though I may have done more damage than he did with the time split I created--

And right before my coronation as Queen, someone decides to descend on Hyrule with intentions of taking over. I chose to surrender to spare the people, and then came the Twilight. I'm a holed up princess in a tower (because that's not cliche at all!) when this wolf-pup and cute little imp pay me a visit.

Midna, your imp pot belly is precious.

These damned dreams might be the death of me yet. I swear, if it ain't one thing it's another in these things. I don't think our group can seem to catch a break. Damned herd of zombies came up on us, and luckily no one was hurt except one of the kids that was with our group ran off. Now we're trying to find her, and I honestly don't think that we can.

I swear, if I didn't have to work I'd spend the day drinkin'.

I was reading a bit about 'fun' Thanksgiving tidbits, you know, to educate myself a little. In addition to learning that the day after Thanksgiving is the busiest for plumbers (to handle all those clogged drains/toilets?) apparently whatever is commonly eaten on Thanksgiving wasn't even present during the first anyway - you lot are strange.

But I suppose that leads into my question. Where's a good spot to get a pie? I'd try making one myself but I live on a houseboat and my kitchen is somewhat small. It would lead to fires, surely.

I've started to notice that, since waking up from my 'coma', that my mood feels far more dull. I simply feel different. I can't really attest as to why, or how, but I just do.

My dreams are only getting worse, I mean in some sense they're getting 'better', but they're still dangerous and a bit terrifying.

So, in the dreams, I stole drugs from Katniss while she was in a coma since the doctors had cut me off then we bonded over soldier training and become roommates since we're both all damaged and scarred. So now we're besties, I guess.

The most amusing part of the dream was the first lunch with the other Victors after being rescued. Hey, Peeta, you never told me that we were familiar with each other's screams.

Also, never let me shave my head. I don't look good bald.

I'm slightly disappointed to see that people are suggesting Baxter's Bakery as the place to go get pie around here. No offense to Audrey (she does make some delicious food), but I want to make sure my name at least gets a mention (Thanks, Regina).

So, come on down to Mellarky over on [address] for any bakery needs. We've got pies, cakes, cupcakes, pastries, bread, etc all day long. And if you mention "Valar" I'll give you a buy one, get one deal!

Wow, I feel like it's been forever since I posted on here. I've been reading all your things though. Apparently being a network stalker doesn't go away. I do have some exciting news though!

Since Tom and I have finally set a date for the wedding I've decided to take a break from MMA for the time being to focus on that and try something a little different. I will be doing personal training from now on (finally using that degree, Mom). So, if you would like to start setting up some sessions, please let me know. I am more than happy to work with all skill sets, so don't be afraid.

Since that is out of the way, might as well do a dreaming update. Turned another bad vampire into a happy vampire. Found my friend's mysterious sister, said sister got kidnapped, and I killed the bad guy to get her back. Ya know, the usual kind of thing. I've missed waking up in a cold sweat and a rapid heartbeat....ugh.

First time in New York. It's a lovely city. As it turns out, only some of the locations in my dreams match up with the actual city. I did get some Christmas shopping done. I'm pretty sure my parents will be thrilled with the presents I bought them. Also, there's a guitar-playing cowboy in Times Square who only wears his underwear. Felt that deserved mentioning.

Hello, OC! This where all y'all been hiding? Finally got a computer worth a salt, so here I am. Call me Trip!

So. This dream thing f'real? 'Cause the stuff I've glanced over is nuts.